Disconnected train cars of thought

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37171882011-07-08T01:41:21.606-05:00Disconnected train cars of thoughtRants and ramblings, comments and whatever else I feel the need to spew about. Read at your own risk.Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-11418126206959321832009-04-30T17:46:00.004-05:002009-04-30T18:05:12.881-05:00

So I figured out the dream symbolism of the Damsel in Distress.It's my self esteem for one, and it's connected to my desires/wants for the future. She is always pining, hopelessly, singing this sad song and hoping somehow the Unrequited love will notice unworthy little her. The Unrequited Love is that which she wants most, but cannot bring herself to express herself to, and also feels the need to

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I'm stuck on the Rotor, that carnival ride where you stand against the walls and it spins you around until the floor drops out from underneath you. The pressure forces you against the wall, but you still slowly slip down even so. And if you look up, everything is a blur and will make you either dizzy, or sick (or both).So I just keep looking at what's directly in front of me, because I don't know

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-57870074985023401212009-04-14T15:48:00.003-05:002009-04-14T16:26:53.442-05:00

My current and enduring funk can be described in several literary and movie related metaphors.It's apparent that my life direction compass is Jack Sparrow's, and the needle just keeps rotating.As described in Season of Mists (Sandman), Destiny's garden is being described, and how the paths flow and diverge, and there is mention of seeing only darkness ahead in front of you.Again, that is where

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-36039241204794606012009-04-07T10:25:00.003-05:002009-04-07T10:45:05.625-05:00

Come see the Skynet Side of Sears.As if job hunting isn't enough of a chore, now it's fucking creepy.Biological Algorithm ArchitectSo, what does one think when one sees this title (besides the obvious stream of curse words about fields that have nothing to do with architecture co-opting a title that they have no right to)?Bio...wha?...Job Description- Are you an expert in advanced

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-71848357072644304302009-02-17T10:10:00.003-06:002009-02-17T10:27:28.541-06:00

I'm not here to talk about hate.No.Hate has no place here.It's time to talk about LOVE.I love so many things right now.Where should I start? I'm so bursting with love.How about the psychological waiting game/experiment with the economy? Can I hug all those people who have been sitting on their hands doing nothing?Or can I send a big wet sloppy tongue kiss to the smiley heads who decide to lay off

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-54091853318215591252009-02-02T17:25:00.003-06:002009-02-02T17:28:06.628-06:00

Expert Integration Architect seeking employmentI have been a dominant force in the field, having 5+ years of experience in solutioning the variouschallenges that I have encountered during my career. My planful tactics and strategies have been underscored by my effortsat managing a "green" cultural environment- which in my opinion enhances the manufacturing of the end product. My rolehas been to

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It's not good, I've gone to poetry.Bribes and lies and senseless guile,They all do cultivate this bileThat bubbles upward all the whileAnd naught can heal the ache.Here Hope lies raped and stricken blindAs Fear’s seduction drugs the mindSo rapt, that words of any kindTurn truth that one will take.Our machinations ruin usOur thoughts corrode and bleed out pus.We are our damage, and so

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-29606497494671047442009-01-15T18:01:00.003-06:002009-01-15T18:47:14.034-06:00

Better out than in, right?Yeah.So, I'm really just disenchanted, jaded, despairing, and often feeling incredibly hopeless about the world and life in general.I don't think it's one specific thing, I know it's a bunch of specific things; the current situation, the weather, the season, my job and lack of hope for anything better, the general negativity that has settled in the atmosphere.The

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On todays menu, our special is bile, with a side of annoyance and smothered in a thick glaze of frustration and a crunchy sprinkling of contempt.So, what's up my ass this time?#1. Winter#2. Various stupid and annoying circumstances#3. Stupidity#4. Bad habits that die hard. (Die Hans Gruber Die)#5. Everything basically.Let's face it, this time of year sucks bad enough for those of us unfortunate

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Rarely does the search for gainful employment become comedy hour, but as the following job description proves, laughter is the best response. My comments are in purple.Enjoy.Description: At STUPID POMPOUS UNNAMED COMPANY, we are committed to helping you accelerate your personal and professional growth and success. In no less than 1000 words. It's no secret we

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Winter is a time of reflection. Symbolically, as well as being a time that is frickin cold and unabiding for those of us unfortunate enough to not live somewhere warm and humid as we would like. So, considering the obvious indoor entrapment, aside from the fact that I'm bloody tired because I have neglected to give myself the rest I really need ( and the fact that things being what they are with

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-66292598688050292122008-11-04T16:54:00.004-06:002008-11-04T18:06:33.261-06:00

On a day when people are making choices this way or that, I am attempting to come to terms again with a notion that I've had all my life- the notion that I'm not one who "fits in" very well. Let's call it outcast mentality. I honestly have felt that way for much of my life, and it shouldn't be a surprise considering how I was raised.I always mourned being the "outcast", and occasionally reveled

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-7034978479960287542008-10-28T17:01:00.004-05:002008-10-28T17:37:49.921-05:00

People make it hard for me to be nice to them. and yet, I am still nice. But I want to sick pirahnas on them. Specifically, a few customers this past week.So, at a fair over a month ago, this guy, who wasn't the brightest crayon in the knife drawer, wanted a custom bottlecap necklace. I was like, sure. They are $7. I handed him a business card and said he could get a hold of me via email and

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We've all heard of mid life crisis, we've even heard of quarter life crisis. In both cases, the recipient of said crisis feels that they are not where they should be, doing what they should be doing, and is generally unhappy with life and wanting a change.First of all, I acknowledge the "crisis" existence, and am perfectly aware of it's presence. If you were to ask me am I having a quarter life

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-4799397566980304602008-08-29T16:16:00.000-05:002008-08-29T16:19:02.322-05:00

Piggy PoliticsThe Candidates- Licorice, a black, smooth haired 4 year old guinea pig.Connor- A plump smoothhaired tri color 4 year old pigThe political arena: Their cages.Let the campaign begin!Licorice: Pet me. I'm fuzzy.Connor: Pet me. I'm fuzzy too, but in a different way.Licorice: Pet me. I'm fuzzy AND cute.Connor: No, pet me. I'm bigger, thusly more cuteness.Licorice: I'm more pettable! Look

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I'm in a cheeerful mood. yay.but before I launch into my usual mode, I wanted to respond to your comments sterno on my last post (why can't I see any comments anywhere after I publish them? Am I blind?! likely)I agree with you on some points, but the whole situation of my saying people don't want peace goes beyond the political arena. There's some universal problems that have been cropping up

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I haven't gotten enough sleep, still wearing off the tension from the computer malice and the craft onslaught.But, I have pulled together enough brain cells to realize that I need to let out some more thoughts that do not help my trust of mankind.The muffin was discussing this some the other day, in relation to the neverending issues of Palestine and Israel.People do not want peace. Some people

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-12496653146061063772007-11-23T08:37:00.000-06:002007-11-23T09:25:24.566-06:00

It's ironic that I am typing this rant on the computer, because I've realized just how much I hate technology and machines.I've been going for 2 months without my(regular) computer because HP apparently can't build anything that actually works. Because so much of my artwork/ images/business stuff (not to mention the personal pictures and other things) were on there, it's been very crippling to me

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-66199015698199917542007-10-26T08:51:00.000-05:002007-10-26T08:54:30.977-05:00

I'm letting El Muffin Famoso blog about our trip, for play by play action, go here:http://sleepdepraved.blogspot.com/

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-24077583400929281992007-09-13T17:34:00.000-05:002007-09-13T17:49:51.978-05:00

I'd like to announce that I am happy.no really, I'm actually quite content and don't have the need to complain or rant at the moment.Stop looking so shocked.I have no real idea how this happened, or why. (I think I'm having PMS actually, why can't it be more like this?) Nor should I further question the situation.It started near the end of work. i was crabby. Tired of people and their condolences

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-18094295754430146082007-07-10T20:06:00.000-05:002007-07-10T20:49:29.600-05:00

It's been twice in a couple weeks that I've glanced over some article or mention of female circumcision.If you don't already know what it is, it's a disgusting practice that has been going on for centuries, mostly in Africa, that basically involves genital mutilation.I'm saying my peace and saying it now as I recently spewed my peace about the female and male energy/stereotypes, problems.If

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-57874700220383170462007-07-05T18:49:00.000-05:002007-07-05T19:15:05.764-05:00

If you really love your kids, you won't give them stupid names.Like "Jayden". My alltime least favorite name that every boy (and girl) is getting now. In my generation, it was all Michaels, Brians, Jennifers and Kristens (varied spellings). Now it's all Jaydens...or Kayden, Hayden or Aidan.I'm waiting for some Mortal Combat Nerd to complete the series with Raiden.HURL. What is with these uber

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Thanks Steve. I'd love to be your...spleen.I'm glad you think I don't complain too much. that said, more complaints.....I'm not a feminist. I don't feel the need to bash, ridicule or berate men for the mere fact that they exist, as many loud feminists do.i am however, perturbed at the stereotyping our culture has placed on both sexes, to which history of course contributes.The reason I complain,

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In response to Steve's comment on how ones funeral unfolds, I can offer you guys this. if I get knocked off the planet by a bolt of lightning, or pudding, or a big shovel, then here's the Do's and don'ts of my death.DO Cry if you want, but likely, if you knew me well enough, you'll be laughing your ass off at half the stuff I did, or complaining that I complained too much in my blog. Either way,

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I should rename this blog the complaint file. It'd be more honest.This is just some random drivel I want out of my skull, as I've had a day and I'm doing some mental housecleaning. Most of this has been brought on by what I read at work, because I read the same sentiment so very often and see the same opinions over and over.Before I comment on those things, I must add that my job, while in the

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Dear Fedex,To say that I am disappointed with your service would be a blatant understatement. The words vexed, annoyed and inflamed would be more appropriate. I don't use your service very often, which of course will make losing a customer like me matter even less to you, but I have needed to use it every few months to send important documents and the occasional gift to my parents who have

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the word for today is FUCKTARDS.Fucktards come in many shapes sizes and flavors, all of them stupid. They are usually involved professionally in bureacracy, hypocracy, politics, and the burgeoning field of general annoyance.They often don't do their jobs, or hold up what should be a seemingly easy process by ceasing activity and not informing you as to why, or informing you that the process has

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-45309088230915591002007-05-18T16:20:00.000-05:002007-05-18T17:18:59.702-05:00

Ok, so I've been silent, but that doesn't mean I haven't had a raging torrent of bile to let out. I just have been so irate that i haven't had a structured way of formulating the expression besides a noise that would sound something like HARRGGHHHAAHHHAGGHHHHHHHHHARRAGGGGHHH!!!!!!Let me just say that VNV Nation is my friend right now. And one of their song lyrics is becoming my mantra. Never mind

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-48924210825082615002007-04-04T09:39:00.000-05:002007-04-04T10:35:44.593-05:00

More reasons why I am a hermit.Really, I should know better than to bother with any silly yahoo groups, but I was reminded again why I never stick around these kind of things, or in any organized group, for very long.I had briefly joined a collective that someone had invited me to through Etsy - it was involving recycled materials and nature-y spiritual stuff. I joined because I figured it might

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-30733612722636492462007-03-28T17:05:00.000-05:002007-03-28T17:33:47.079-05:00

I can say that i'm feeling better, well enough to be pissed off and on a cleaning rampage. Armed with a can of disinfectantand a license to kill bacteria, I waged an assault on toothbrushes, faucets, tables,knobs and buttons of all sorts.i'm done with being sick, and for that matter, anyone else around me being sick.I'm filled with plenty of fluids, have taken my happy immune boost items, have

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If I'm posting in here, it's because I'm pissed off, that's a given.That said, I've just spent the last month as a biological weapon. Having caught a case of the stomach bug going around - albeit mild compared to most people's experience- I have spent the last few weeks annoyed, frustrated and anguished. I never yaked. Thank goodness, I hate the feeling. I took to eating vegan for some time and

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-32102043850780195262007-03-03T17:45:00.000-06:002007-03-03T18:24:50.996-06:00

What do you do when the worst critic in the world, the worst bully you've ever had won't leave you alone - and is inside you?Taunting, second guessing, putting down, reprimanding, punishing - all the things that the mean little brats in junior high would do to you, the heart of a faceless authority figure. A never ending stream of chatter. "Why couldn't you have just/well, that was stupid/you

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So, until I can make myself a new journal - which perhaps i should work on today, I'll be spewing more into here. Let's face it - therapy is brutal.I was all knotted up inside, so i decided to get vicious with some egg cartons i was collecting for paper making....and shredding the hell out of them while projecting all the crap that's been bugging me onto them was terribly therapeutic.We could

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The theme for the present is better out than in. Some of this is not new spew, but if you come here to read this anyway, you already know that. And the fact that anyone reads this is not even the point.I like my job. I can't say i will ever "love" it, because it's a job and by nature, it does not love me in return. But I like it. it's been working for me.I do get tired of hearing the same

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I don't even want to blog. I don't see the point at the moment. I feel that I'm both rehashing old ground, and at the same time treading into territory that I am not ready to explain. it's more than just the weather, which has gotten an unceasingly tight hold on my moods and state of mind. It's more than the personal pain of strangers that i have to deal with everyday. It's definitely being

Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025294837615094453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717188.post-62827486369659569852007-02-07T17:54:00.000-06:002007-02-07T18:06:52.034-06:00

Restlessness is a slotted spoon. Even if you fill it with jello it eventually oozes out through the holes, leaving the it empty.I keep refilling a slotted spoon. I had stew in it for a few days, a nice reprieve, but I can see the floor through it again.I ask myself what I want, what I want to do, ask myself what I should be doing. I don't have a good answer for any of these questions.Aware that

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So....I'm bloggin even though i really have nothing to say. I'm not even sure how I particularly feel at the moment, but I'm not sure what else to be doing with my time either.I'm aware of a certain discomfort or discontent - not earthshattering, but not small either. I'm very restless. Artistically, i'm blocked right now, or at the very least inhibited. Not really sure what I want. Not really

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So you can see an example of my current day job, here's an amalgation of what I read on a day to day basis.Dearest Aunt Lurline,I shoulda something was wrong when I didnt see u in your line at Walmart. I'm so sorrow to hear about Festus Jr. There nothing worse than the pain of losting a child. But remember that he in heaven now squaredancing around the throne of God and looking at Jesus's face

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I'm Drunk.But I have an interesting reason for it.I have to make a custom set of handmade checkers from bottlecaps with the theme of republican presidents vs democratic presidents - each side also getting a welsh corgi.I took this order last week, feeling it was a bit close to the line - it has to be done by the 22nd. i knew i could get it done, but I emailed my client that i would need to order

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Rather fascinating.Should keep yall busy for a bit. Advanced Global Personality Test Results Extraversion |||||||||||||| 53% Stability |||||| 26% Orderliness |||||||||||| 43% Accommodation |||||||||||||||| 63% Interdependence |||||||||||||| 56% Intellectual |||||||||||||||||| 76% Mystical |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Religious ||||||||||||||||

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So, my new job, although it's been a month, is going well. I got a good review today, and so far, I'm doing perfect. You really can't beat getting up without the aid of an alarm, wearing your pajamas to work, grabbing snacks and petting your pets randomly throughout the workday, and not having to get on a stinky crowded loud brick on wheels that doesn't go anywhere in particular.I find that in

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I don't talk about religion or spirituality to much of anyone, unless I truly feel that a point needs to be made. I don't put what I believe in anyone's face, because that kind of behaviour is the exact opposite of how one who is behaving how God would ask of them would behave. That is to say - extremely self righteous and fearful of anything not specifically spelled out for them.There are

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In my spare time, I find myself returning to research a subject which has fascinated me for as long as I have been alive - dreams.I recently had a slight bout of insomnia again, woven in with a nightly repetition of hypnogogic imagery (which was happening whether or not I was having trouble sleeping. Mike sent me the word of the day on a website after mentioning the things I was seeing - that

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I'm Pretty Darn Interesting!Take Just How Interesting Are You? today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.SadistTake How much of a threat to society are you? today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.You are more than likely to cause many deaths toinnocent bystanders simply for the enjoyment you getseeing the expressions on their faces when theyrealise you

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Myers Briggs type testThese are the usual results for me....I'm sometimes on the border between INFJ and INFP, but lean more towards INFJ.I took the actual test a year or so ago and I was an INFJ closer to the border.Personality test centerPersonality type resultsEI: 16 out of 17Extrovert |-------------------------------------------------| Introvert

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fun personality tests. YAY!introvert or extrovertpam Your Total Score is 11 and the average score is 9.93Introverts: They are generally quiet and reserved. They like to keep to themselves and are quite happy with their own thoughts and feelings. They do not actively need the company of others, will tend to feel uncomfortable in social situations and are unlikely to actively pursue social

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Schrapnel passed away in the early hours of the morning today.He had a stellar vet visit on Friday - all ornery and running around, being squeaky. he was so much better than he had been in a long time. His meds could be scaled down. As soon as I instituted the change however, he started to get loagy. he was fine on saturday, sunday he was dragging so I made sure he got enough food. We figured he

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The one good thing about this particular job in the working at home aspect, is that I will be able to finally set up a nice schedule. I have a specific time window that I will have to work -10:30 to 2:30. I was able to choose my window, and chose one that would allow me to not have to get up via an alarm, therefore being allowed to wake up naturally and not feeling like i was bonked over the head

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So, today was my last day at Lick Art Materials. No, I didn't forget the B, and I am justified in leaving it out because the sign on the store was lacking a B today, until it was fixed in the afternoon.How fitting.Anyhow, it was a good enough day. I'll miss everyone (excluding the customers) and will be staying in touch. I feel odd, as I always do when I shift jobs - not everyone has these

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Alright you little weasels, you can make nasty comments towards me now, since I have altered my template. Lemme know if it's working (or not)since I had to cut and paste some code in myself since blogger was taking nap.In other news, the upswing of the pendulum continues as my days at my former workplace are now numbered indeed. A second interview turned into, "Hey, want this job?" to which I

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So, after three months of intense stress, misfortune, and angst, things are slowing down. The wedding dress I had been upset about has finally left the house. Schrapnel has been showing signs of improvement. I'm able to eat again.I can't say much for the lack of sleep in both quality and quantity however, and the fact that my back muscles are so tense combined with the fact that one of my legs

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There are not enough words to say how exhausted I am. My week degraded from hopeful cheer to annoyance to frustration to anger to near despair, and has resulted in something very much like a hangover, but I have no alcohol to blame.I am so burnt, and so tired, just trying to make time for things I need to do to keep myself sane, or take care of the house and Mike and the pigs. The last two months

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Working my job is much like not being allowed to vomit, or worse, having to swallow the vomit after being forced to eat some kind of rancid entrails not so cleverly disguised as a food product.The only real difference is the smell, and on certain days, even THAT is debatable.Why am I angry?I could go into details, but I'd really rather just find some windows to smash in. I think I can sum up my

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You know, I despise politics, and I'm not into activism because if I was and I felt the need to act on all the injustices that bug me, there would be no shutting me up.But all the same, because of recent events adn those that are still occuring, I must say that I am uber pissed. After yesterday's blog explosion, I still had diarhea of the keyboard as I felt the need to poop out a letter in

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Hello, I am an expendable cog. I have been figuratively castrated by the authority of my workplace, which cares no more for me than it does for its customers. (Never mind that I am a customer)Pleased to meet you. Please, feel free to make my life even more meaningless. Would you like fries with that?So, as someone so aptly put it, "day 147 of death heat" on the sign in sheet at work,work is hell.

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Excerpts from The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm, on Love's Disintegration in Western Society:If Love is a capacity of the mature, productive character, it follows that the capacity to love in an individual living in any given culture depends on the influence this culture has on the character of the average person. If we speak about love in contemporary Western culture, we mean to ask whether, we

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I don't like winter. Many people are quite aware of my incessant whinging about the cold and the snow. My body likes warm, humid climates because my skin is so dry and my allergies are bothered more in cool dry air.Nonetheless, I find myself in the same torturous situation as I did last summer at this time, minus the fat gay santa with the clown infested bathroom.Last summer, I was paid $12 an

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Welcome to my ongoing spew of bile. Today, I will retred my agravation at the middle class being severely mangled financially, my general distaste at being a pawn for a corporation run by a bunch of utter morons, and I will viciously rant about how our country is not not the place of opportunity it makes itself out to be. My special guests will be Tom Cruise, who will not be allowed to speak,

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When is a car more than just a car? When does it become a member of your family? A personal saviour? The major portion of your shallow personality? A dependent on your taxes? Your mistress?God bless car commercials. A friend and I were having a discussion not long ago involving america, the problems with the way the employment ethic functions, other countries, immigration, and lazy people.I

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I've decided to violate the blissful silence of my blog by addressing several questions that have been slowly gnawing away at me:Are people getting more stupid?Why are all the people who are stupid placed in corporate jobs where they make more money then they deserve even though they obviously don't know how to program a computer or speak proper english?And finally, at least for now, Why are

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The Archaeological Find of a CenturyReport by Sir Wallace Haasenfeffer MXLVI, PHD.By Jove, todays dig manifested itself in a way that nearly made my cup of earl grey upturn itself onto my favorite pair of plaid trousers. For the last month, my team of non english speaking minions has been painstakingly excavating a site that looked promising, but I hadn't the slightest what kind of treasure

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Happy Birthday to me.I'm 30.Feels about the same as....turning any other age. I really don't know why people make such a big deal about turning a certain age - although I will miss 29. 29 is a nice number.I seem to have either escaped of sluffed off the societal angst associated with expectations that this age implies. it helps that I have pink hair and everyone still thinks I'm in my twenties (

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crabby crabby crabby.I SO enjoy being female. About as much as I enjoy a sharp piece of toast in my eye.what's pissing me off now? hormones.But hormones make me rant even more about things that already piss me off.What set me off? This morning I read a brief story on yahoo about some euro cartoon involving a caricature of mohammed with a turban shaped like a bomb - a cartoon that was supposed to

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"Let's face it, america gets the celebrities it deserves" - KMFDM After going to school with a bunch of noisy, annoying, smelly actors, is it any wonder why theatre has little pull for me and that I think that much less of hollywoods pantheon of plastic gods and goddesses?I tire of the celebrity machine. Much like any other factory, you put in a vaguely useless lump of material with no

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Gues what? Something has pissed me off again!Oh horrors no. not that.This is something that has bugged me for a while on several fronts.It involves symbolism, art, literature, and uneducated superstitious Christians.Mind you - not all Christians are this lame. Plenty of them - most of them I'd like to think, are fine people. the ones who give them the bad name are just the loudest, and often, the

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I would rename this thing the BILE DUCT if I could do so in my profile, but there doesn't seem to be a way to accomplish that as far as I can tell.I'm going to have a nice day off today. I know this because I am here early to spew and get stupid annoying thoughts off my mind that would otherwise hinder my ability to not snarl.Half of this is stuff I've complained about before, some of it gets in

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A lovenote to consumers:Dear Mindless Hoards of Shoppers,As our relationship grows over the next few months, I'd like for you to more fully realize your place in my life and become aware of my feelings as a human being. Depsite the fact that many of you seem to think otherwise, yes, I am a human being. Androids are not yet taking over the world.You need to get a few things straight if we're going

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Restless and irked for no apparent reason. Not a good way to enjoy a day off. I wasn't like this the whole day, mind you, but AS the evening has settled in I've gotten more grumpy.I realize it does little good to complain about the weather, but winter is really unwelcome this year. Because my fingers keep peeling and I can't touch anything with them catching on stuff or cracking, I've taken to

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I've decided after the last spew of bile, it was time to lighten things up with more stupid personality tests. YAY!Personality Disorder Test Results Paranoid 34%Antisocial 34%Borderline 42%Avoidant 26%Dependent 34%Obsessive-Compulsive38%While I couldn't get the fucking html to work right in the above table, I also got a score of 82% for schizo and 86% for schizoid.Take Free Personality Disorder

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OK, so I feel like bitching about stuff. I'm not bitching about anything I haven't prebitched about already so if you're not up for the usual bile go read someone else blog.What's wrong? Well besides spending the last month sewing like crazy and working like crazy and having a crazy social schedule, I'm getting over being sick from too much stress from too many things to do. I'm not sewing stuff

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I actually don't have a lot to complain about this morning, but it is early yet.I figured I'd send out a little message to an old friend who obviously wants to get in touch, but thinks my old email isn't working.It still is up, although it doesn't get checked as much, that's how I nkow to manage my webpage guestbook entries. Feel free to drop me a line, but make it obvious that it's you - else I

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Sometimes I wonder whether or not I'm human.Half the time it's because of the looks people give me.The rest of it comes because I always wind up feeling so far removed from everyone else in various ways, like I'm on some other plane of existence than most people. I've always taken the label of outcast much too easily - and I can't stand labels, but even more than "artist", this labels seems to

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If you read my blog as of late, you'd think I was overly fixated on Hurricane Katrina and New Orleans. And you'd be right.I have my obsessions, things that concern or interest me and the way I absorb information and sort out my feelings is, apparently, to fling myself headlong into whatever is pulling at me.It's also been a very strange summer, especially for the last month. I left one of the

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So, it's morning, and the best way to wake myself up is to complain about things that piss me off. Here goes.I guess there's some righteous morons who think that Katrina is punishment for everything from southern decadence, abortionists, to what happened to the gaza strip, to Iraq, and to NOLA being a "wicked city".I had no idea that todays genetics would allow the size of such enormous heads up

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Her's an addendum to the last post, with a little lyrical quote from Stace England, who in 2005 put out a musical tribute to the city of Cairo, which is fitting for both NOLA and Cairo alike:The glory days are gone, leaving only a trace.But each time another building falls down,A garden could grow in its place.Hold on, hold on, and open up your heart.We can build togetherOr keep watching things

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So I've come across some items written by individuals who think that rebuilding New Orleans is a mistake. One of main reasons sited is of course, that it is bound to be destroyed again by another hurricane and to spend money on rebuilding a doomed city is a waste.While some of those who make these remarks do have some valid points, I don't think they are seeing the whole picture.Yes, NOLA was and

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From The New York TimesSeptember 4, 2005Do You Know What It Means to Lose New Orleans?By ANNE RICELa Jolla, Calif.WHAT do people really know about New Orleans?Do they take away with them an awareness that it has always been not only a great white metropolis but also a great black city, a city where African-Americans have come together again and again to form the strongest African-American

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A letter I sent to government officials, for what it's worth.To whom it may concern - and it certainly concerns ALL of you:I have been watching the painful and needless decay of a once beautiful city on TV for days now. Let me be quite frank with you: I am absolutely outraged at how things have been allowed to descend into chaos.I realize the President is a busy man. However, with the fact that

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I am nothing less than heartbroken by the aftermath of the hurricane. While I am mostly speaking of New Orleans and pining for it because I've spent time there, I speak just as much for the devastation elsewhere.New Orleans, however, has it the worst right now because of the flooding and the people who are still trapped. I just can't get over the images of streets that I'm familiar with being

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My city is going to be drowned. :(Yes I know I live in Chicago, that's not the point.New orleans is my adopted city.So, after hearing the sucky news this morning about the storm, I decided that going to have brunch at Pappadeaux and getting myself a hurricane would be fitting.Perhaps if we all drank some more hurricanes, the winds would slow.So I'm wearing my Lafitte's shirt, and will likely be

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I'm Freeeeeeee! Like a naked monkey in a field of cream cheese!I've just gotten a job offer and taken it so now I can give my two weeks notice!Hit it guys!(band dressed in silvery jumpsuits rises out of floor while blue and purple lights surround them)The two weeks notice songMy job was really sucky,it made me want to cry.I felt I was unluckyand wished my boss would die.But then I got a phone

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"we don't livewe just scratch on day to daywith nothing but matchbooksand sarcasm in our pocketsand all we are waiting foris something worth waiting for."......you are more than the sum of what you consume.desire is not an occupation....this is your lifethis is your fucking life..."kmfdm/xtort/dogma

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FUCK YOU CORPORATE AMERICA.While job searching, found this article that contributes to my misanthropic work despising mood. My comments will be in italics.Young workers expect too much, employers say????!!! We what????June 27, 2005BY MARTHA IRVINE Evan Wayne thought he was prepared for anything during a recent interview for a job in radio sales.Then the interviewer hit the 24-year-old Chicagoan

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Every day I push the rock up the hill.By the next day it's rolled back down again.Why is America called the land of opportunity? How does one find these said opportunities? Not that I don't see a billion out there, but when 85% of them are not opportunities you can take advantage of, and the other portion require experience which cannot be gained other than by already having one of these

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Here's an exercise in futility for you to try.Have inherent artistic skills and be not only good at learning new skills but also be good good at lteaching yourself. Be talented and have people tell you so. You can even be good at various artistic based skills such as graphic design, digital photography and photo editing as well as the typical drawing/painting/sewing/papermaking/fashion/costume

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So, I discovered after several grueling days of overheating in my warehouse work environment, combined with more paperwork than my mind is comfortable handling, many interruptions, a pace that is going to drive me crazy come busy season, and a commute that takes anywhere from an hour 15 to an hour and a half on two buses and two trains, that I don't want this job and I made a bad choice.I've been

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I wish I felt better about things. I just came through a very hard three days at my new job, ones that made me rather upset. There's nothing like being a new person, having an extraordinary amount of stuff to learn and remember, and then having a project dumped on you that you weren't ready for.The project is done now, but this creeping feeling still remains. I'm not going to pretend like the

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I hate pants.damn cloth leg restraints.I hate suits.penguin wannabe fashion trend.screw people too.they use too many words.go away. all of you.

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I'm breaking my silence with a battle ax.So, what the hell have I been up to and why am I bothering to post now?School/work/school/work/hell/insomnia/more hell/school/dumbasses/school/work/crap.I'm now done with school, as far as i'm aware, I've actually graduated, and I managed to secure a good job in my field before even leaving school - a steady one that pays well and has benefits at that.I

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damn tests. weirdness test: 41-60 : Definately a bit on the wild side. You are probably a student of paranormal matters. People who get to know you are often surprised that you aren't as striaght as they first thought. Your last girl/boyfriend was scared for 3 weeks after splitting with you, just_in_case. You intimidate petty authority figures, such as interviewers, bus conductors and moral

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non motivated except for taking stupid personality tests. :P I will continue new orleans trip later... Which of the Lords of Rainbow do you serve? Well, it figures. I'm not really sure I agree though.Colorgenics tests are fun, though once again, the results are ify. www.colorgenics.com Your Mood: You feel quite determined at the moment or as others might say stubborn! You feel resolute and

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Now Presenting GODDAMMIT! the musical. A chronicle of my bad day. Curtains open on a dark bedroom. our heroine lies in bed, reposing, when suddenly a ginat mechanical snail enters and cheerfully blares a loud japanese midi instrumental. Snarling, our heroine beats the snail on the head until it stops, then flops down on bed again, and moans pathetically for several minutes before singing the

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please excuse the momentary lapse in blogging of the new orleans trip, a sewing machine decided to eat one of my fingers and three stitches later, it takes much longer to type than it did before - though not impossible. so meanwhile, i'm going to sing a little song called gangrene is not my friend. gangrene is not my friend...gangrene is not my friend...gangrene is not my friend...sewing

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Thursday night As Mike had a super tasty apple martini at Chartres House before, we figured we could kick off the festivities there. Mike got himself a chocolate martini and I got a coconutty flavored thing that wound up being on the house as they seemed to have run out of the main ingredient. We watched Bush at the republican convention mouthing promises as we drank, as well as keeping abreast

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Current note : feeling unmotivated. :( Kinda woogy and just not particularly perky. I start work tomorrow, and school next week. yeehah. And I just found uot I'm there for another full year. :P Now, onto more fun things. Thursday We woke up later than usual, having been out past 2:00am the night before. We had wanted to hit a tour, which was looking like the 1pm cemetery voodoo tour as we

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Wednesday We woke up in the usual way, weather channel and NOTV. We still did yoga and gym stuff, but not as long this time to spare Mike's knee. We showered and got dressed, planning to hit the cemeteries. For lunch, we went to Cafe Maspero, which was a well priced little place that served a variety of stuff. Very no frills. The interior was all wood with some wall murals. It was fariyl busy

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On tuesday night we ventured out in search of some tasty seafood. It was kinda late by the time we got out to find dinner, and it was still a weeknight so not every place was open. We broswed some menus and got ideas for places we'd drop by at later times, and also saw some really yummy stuff that was not quite in our price range. Two famous chefs who have restaurants there, and both of whom

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Tuesday Woke up early again, and continued to watch the weather channel. I finally got Mike to put away the remote after bouncing up and down like a caffeinated squirrel, and then we did our yoga. We headed to the gym for more torture on the machines, but decided to save the pool and hot tub for later as we figured the zoo would be a good place to go. We then showered and decided to full up with

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